I've hit that moment of seasonal ennui that precludes me from doing anything lightly. I wander around in a bit of a stupor: the light says spring, the dull weather disagrees. It's all I can do to haul ass to the flower shop to spend a fortune on tulips which still aren't in season.
Although, sometimes when I look at them, I feel that bubbling solstice energy for a moment or two...
Update / Fabulous turn of events: Today is awesomely beautiful here and it's going to be warm (9 degrees C). I've got to go buy some more flowers and soak up the sun! With sunblock on, of course.
Not so hard to thrill me, yes?